Summer 1946 —Bikini Atoll—

It's a funeral.

Whoa... Everyone looks terrible, aren't they?

Since the bomb is going to be dropped over their heads, so that's a given.

A disposition by the name of—

Experiment, huh?

Look, only that one has a good expression.

Which one?

The one in the center.

Ohh, that one? That's her, y'know.

She's the enemy admiral. Their full admiral—

The battleship,

Nagato.